This year our police department finally received funding for tasers, and today, Noah was issued one. Which means all those unruly old women and petulant college students? They've got another thing coming.
No, what it really means is today Noah had to be tased. I didn't sleep well last night worrying about those 5 seconds of torment he was going to go through. Apparently, being zapped with 50,000 volts on your back isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. I'm halfway considering provoking Noah to use it on me, just so I can compare it to childbirth.
You know, the thing is, I don't think the general public realizes the training police go through in order to be issued their weapons. And then all the times they unintentionally get zapped or pepper sprayed in the line of duty, when cracked out or psychotic subjects start getting violent.
Noah has two small burns from the experience—one on his lower left back, and one on his upper right shoulder that has melted into a tiny crater of smoldered flesh. So next time you see a video of some cop tasing a suspect, remember that he or she knows exactly what it feels like, and probably knows better than the "victim" does, because the police have to stand up and take it head on with full knowledge that it's coming.
They've all been burned, too. And oftentimes, worse.